it all starts at the beginning - moving, food, housewifes.

02:06 pm - moving, food, housewifes.

We're moving in together.
All that's left is my bed,
dresser, couch, bookshelf,
table, clothes and some random things.
One more month of rent
and half a Comcast bill.

I auditioned for my first show,
didn't get it.
But I have no work.
Soon the checks will stop coming for a bit.
There is no work for the holiday season,
and it's slowly starting again,
but only 2 gigs for January,
ouch.

I'm the perfect housewife.
I clean, cook, organize,
know where everything is,
do laundry, make the bed,
decorate and am naked all the time.
We went to Boston for a wedding.
We looked like a prom picture.

I bought my first gun, it's tiny, cute.
He started working again.
I started losing again.
My dad is in Las Vegas.
I may have a commercial.

We went out to eat at a nice place,
barely said much.
His steak was 1 kilo and bland,
and the pear salad was amazing.
My noodles were too rich and cheesy,
my wine was overly sweet.
His scotch was on the house and so good.
I found plastic in the Nico,
the tiramisu was so-so.
I held down maybe half.
I gained 2lbs.

My friends are in self-drama,
and I am feeling a bit worthless today,
sore, displaced, and uncertain.